I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
Weep not for me my precious dears,
I am not dead but sleeping here.
I was not yours but God's alone
who loves me best and took me home.
Remember friends as you walk by,
as you are now, so once was I.
As I am now, so you will be,
prepare for death and follow me."